You Crazy Russian, You

I forgive her:
She introduced me
To the sensuous qualities
Of folded paper.
She saw through color
Like the man who saw through time—
Evolutionary island,
Glacial, even,
In the movement of her mind.
I only wished
I could wait for her.

Or staring cross-legged
At a photograph of the letter ‘N’
In the dark corner of sound
While the night split open
Just a crack
For me to make my escape
Into taut perception and pain.

There is no stasis
While her eyes begin
And I eat my hunger
For midnight.

Nicely done, Peter, nothing to spoil the mood in this one, a fine read.

Les

Thanks, Les,

Peter

She saw through color
Like the man who saw through time—

I love these lines, Peter, but I'm not sure I understand the reference to Nostradamus. All in all, this is one of the best poems that you've shared with us.

Joe

Thanks, Joseph...I am not sure I myself have ever understood whatever relation I have to N. even here, where I wasn't aware I was channeling him, even when I was.

Thanks for making it explicit.

Peter

"Get outta here, you crazy Russian! "

Rick Blaine - Casablanca

oh, yes, Johnny, we'll always have Rick's Place.

Peter, this is sexy somehow. It seems different. I like that your style is morphing...keeps getting better.